you will carry that burden of all the drunk ancestors and all their mistakes you can call your own a sick family handdown an obsession with tedium and a fate that tastes bitter i'm the great star watcher im not buying any of it hold my tongue, it just causes me troubles your friends are whoring boring me to d**h your friends are whoring boring me to d**h there is no redemption in work just hours lost just reveling in the past i bet he sings another song about his poor dead mother exploiting all the feelings already owned i'm the great star watcher i'm not buying any of it hold my tongue, it just causes me troubles your friends are whoring boring me to d**h your friends are whoring boring me to d**h under loose stones i find bottles and halos.